The Richest Guy In The Graveyard - Etta Jones



Woke up this morning, 't was a fine sunny day

I said daddy please stay, but he had to run away

Cause he was busy, busy makin' lots of gold

So I told him, better have some fun before you're old



You'll be the richest guy in the graveyard

With money in the bank

You'll be the fattest cat

Who's stretched out flat

You'll have yourself to thank

Now what's the good of earnin'

With no time for spendin'

You know you're simply headed

For a horizontal endin'



The richest guy in the graveyard

So daddy won't you please slow down

You'll climb the Golden Gate to the graveyard

That gate is not so great

You'll be the sleepiest creep

Who's six feet deep

You'll find it out too late

I can't imagine how you can be a good lover

All wrapped around in brown

With a five-ply cover

So take my tip and don't work hard

Then you'll delay that graveyard drive



You'll be the richest guy in the graveyard

Now just you wait and see

You'll be the gonest goon

Who ever went too soon

That ain't no use to me

I'd rather be found

On a flophouse bed

Then down in the ground

With dirt on my head



You'll be the richest guy in the graveyard

So daddy won't you hear my plea

Do me a favor and please

Make out the will to me



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